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3 years ago
Room Tone 

Room tone 

In some of my other social networks you can see the complete photography

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6 years ago
Way Of Living Life And Constantly Improving. #focus #knowledge #nature #bliss #ease #feel #spread #gemmatroy

Way of living life and constantly improving. #focus #knowledge #nature #bliss #ease #feel #spread #gemmatroy #now #presence #moment #death #itself #possible #impossible #i #m #possible #light #dark #zen #be #one #seperate #annihilation #move #flow #steady #prepare #connect (at Greifswald, Germany) https://www.instagram.com/p/BwsGSlbA1oK/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=ixwctkglhv3y


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6 years ago
Way Of Living Life And Constantly Improving. #focus #knowledge #nature #bliss #ease #feel #spread #gemmatroy

Way of living life and constantly improving. #focus #knowledge #nature #bliss #ease #feel #spread #gemmatroy #now #presence #only #moment #death #itself #possible #impossible #i #m #possible #light #dark #zen #be #one #seperate #god #annihilation #move #flow #steady #prepare #connect #combine #adapt #conscious #mind #expect (at Greifswald, Germany) https://www.instagram.com/p/BwsGEiSgZ8y/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=2vrwuworlsef


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1 year ago

At some point you realize, you don't need certain things in your life anymore. They have served their purpose. New things are calling you, things that match who you have become. You acknowledge that things have changed, as much as you have, circumstances have turned & you are at a place where you haven't been before. Embrace it. There was never something to fight about, there was just always this invitation to flow with it, as it naturally transforms.


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4 years ago

There are endings, and there are endings. 

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It was snowing, I think, that last day. Snowing the way it hadn’t yet, that year. 

The thing with snow:

It wipes away everything you’ve left behind, 

Buries it, 

like a pirate burying hoarded gold. 

We lay down our half-finished hopes, the midnight musings we’d  incanted into streetlight-lit hollowness. 

Hello! we cried. We are here. We are

Here, 

Like footprints in the mud and the branches of a fallen tree jutting up from the ground, we are

Here. 

There was moonlight, stealing away our

whispers 

like the wind borrows secrets, 

like a faerie steals a child. 

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Count down from five, love. 

The snow is falling, and the stars are bright, and

the moon is listening. 

Count down from five—

promise me you’ll remember this is not the

ending it seems to be. 

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—this is what it means to begin (y.c.)


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4 months ago

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